QUIZ TIME! Why does this week feel so blah?
a. You start questioning your taste in fashion when your boyfriend calls the fuchsia number you wear to work your “Insane Clown Posse” dress, and spends the rest of the day referring to you as “Juggalo”
b. A man whom you do not know, who is three feet taller than you (or so) decides to attempt to chest-bump you on a busy platform, and all you can do is pretend you’re in a wack Bourne Identity knock-off and jump onto a random train that is taking you AWAY from your destination
c. Daylight Savings Time springs you forward and just. doesn’t. stop.
d. You met Ad Rock over the weekend and now everything that has happened since just can’t compare
e. All of the above
I’ll just give you the answer now because I’m feeling a little lazy and I know you’re dying of suspense. The answer is sort of e., but mostly d.
YOU GUYS WE MET A BEASTIE BOY. We…met one. After my run-in with Glen Hansard, I basically swore off ever approaching another famous person that I was a huge fan of, for fear of mortifying myself. Fortunately, I was with my brave, socially suave boyfriend who is not in possession of the same shame/awkwardness I am.
I want to tell you all about it, but I have no idea what to even say because I am still in shock. He was the sweetest guy ever, and I’ll always be grateful that I had the opportunity to meet a living legend– and one that I am a MASSIVE fan of, at that. What’s funny is, right before I bought the tickets to the show he was in, I was IM-ing with a friend and whining about how much I’d love to just run far, far away from New York City. Now, I take it all back, swears it (for now).
So yeah, I think maybe I’m dealing with a bit of post-Ad Rock depression, feel me? Like… I want everything to be that great. But instead of actually getting up off of my booty and turning my whole life around, I think I’d rather feel sorry for myself with a giant cookie bowl of peanut butter fudge ice cream. A giant *what* bowl, Sad Shibow?!
COOKIE. BOWLS. Let’s do this.
To start, we’ll use regular ol’ chocolate chip cookie dough. Here is mine.
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough (makes enough for 12 bowls)
1/2 cup of whole wheat flour
1 1/4 cup of all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon of baking soda
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1/2 cup of browned butter (melt butter in a saucepan until brown specks appear and butter takes on nutty aroma; let cool)
1 egg, beaten
1/2 cup of white sugar
3/4 cup of brown sugar
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
3/4 cup of semi-sweet chocolate chips or chunks
Preheat oven to 375ºF and turn a muffin tin upside down. Oh you heard correctly– turn that thang the other way, and cover each muffin cup bottom with a square of foil.
In a medium-sized bowl, whisk together flours, salt and baking soda, and set aside. In a large bowl, beat together butter, egg and sugar until creamy. Stir in flour mixture until batter is formed. Fold in chocolate chips.
Take a tennis ball-sized chunk of cookie dough and mold it around the bottom of your muffin tin, like so:
You may find that you need less batter than this; use your judgment (unless your judgment is telling you to not make these, then just listen completely to me). Repeat until all of your batter has been used. You should come out with about 12 bowls.
Send into the oven and bake for 9 to 11 minutes, until the cookies looked baked but not to a crisp. Mine were done at 9 minutes. Definitely keep a good eye on these, and all cookies, as they tend to bake rather quickly.
Let cool for ten minutes, or however long it takes for these to cool enough for you to handle them. Peel foil from bowls, and then fill to your heart’s desire.
Fill with what, you ask. Fill with EVERYTHING. I filled these with M&Ms, with ice cream, with peanut butter cream cheese, and with straight up milk. Yes, milk. It’s a bowl. Just be glad I didn’t fill it with potpourri and place it in a tasteful spot on the bathroom sink. I was thisclose. If you try to knock me you’ll get mocked. I’ll stir fry you in my wok .
So, how were they? I mean, they’re cookie bowls! How could they be bad? And they were anything but bad. They’re basically a chocolate chip cookie that has been shaped to allow for maximum sugar-related bad behavior. There is nothing wrong, and absolutely everything right, about these bowls.